coffee stains

no fairytales

your life is not a fairytale,
you aren't living inside a book
you couldn't get the things you wanted
by hook or by crook.

your dreams will become your nightmare
there will be things that you just couldn't bare
until the world will turn upside down
and you taste that bittergourd inside your mouth.

the sour, practical thing they all wanted you to believe
that the shooting stars you wished upon
were dead in the first place,
how you couldn't get out
of the cage you're in--loocked up, imprisoned
inside these dungeons.

then they tell you
to start living--
go get something, do anything
but it is so hard to breathe.

so hard to catch my breathing,
so hard to learn swimming
when you found yourself already amidst the currents,
drowning
from the sea of words they kept throwing
at you.

they tell you
to start living--
(i know, all i wanted to do was it)
but their idea of it is coated from only
mere existing, slowly engulfed by the shadows to disappearing.